Jiang Wen was walking quickly through the quiet and deserted mountains and forests, covering several feet with every step, and he looked a little tired.
He was restless today. He always felt a phone ringing in his ears. He took out his pocket several times before remembering that he didn't have a phone. However, he never stopped for a moment. At this time, he was relying on the traces of the faint mountain road and the gurgling stream to determine the direction, and headed towards the direction as quickly as possible.
Rush to a mountain top.
Jiang Wen, who had previously chosen to stay alone in Zhanlu Mountain, went around and closely explored the surroundings, trying to extract useful clues. Everything was developing as he expected, and he soon discovered a long-abandoned camp.
This camp is hidden under a double-chambered brick tomb from the Southern Song Dynasty. These fanatics dug up the original underground palace, randomly removed the funerary objects, and overturned the coffins for hiding. They completely ignored the secular taboos and placed all kinds of things inside.
There were some iron smelting tools, but they were scattered all over the ground and dusty, and they had not been opened for a long time.
Jiang Wen was squatting in the tomb and sitting on the stone coffin, using stones to draw a map on the coffin lid and comforting the owner of the tomb.
The foothills Jiang Wen was looking at were already beyond the scope of Zhanlu Mountain in the narrow sense, because he had long ago changed his mind, expanded his search space, and included other mountain tops in Songxi County for exploration.
As soon as he thought about it, the sky and the earth were vast. As the map was completed, he found that he had walked around several dangerous mountains in Songxi County and discovered more and more things.
"...It's a pity that it's an abandoned camp. If you saw tools, you would believe that you encountered a savage."
We naturally care about those things, because bacon and leather are being dried in every hut. We have not been surprised by those things for a long time, but there is a strange satisfaction in our smiles.
It was the Qing army that purged the Southern Ming forces a long time ago. In a short time, the mountains of corpses and blood on the Baiwaishan Road were piled up, the economy withered, the population dropped sharply, and the spine and order were interrupted to this day, and it has been difficult to recover.
After going through all kinds of hardships to reach the end of the road, Songxi suddenly saw a piece of green moss standing out of the bamboo trees for no reason. It was like a product of natural creation. I was anxious
After getting down, I used the ancient sword to cut through the branches and leaves of the vegetation, and sure enough I found a mottled boulder that was standing or falling over.
The smallest reason among them is that the Qing court's young general Boluo led the Qing army of 700,000 in the southern expedition, and the army returned to Jiangsu and Zhejiang and directed towards Fujian. Huang Daozhou was ordered to go out generously in the face of danger, and organized and reorganized the carrying pole army there, leading
The dignity of the Longwu Dynasty of the Southern Ming Dynasty and the hope of the Fujian people died at the end of the Chong'an Ancient Road for the Northern Expedition.
"Those two characters at the top look like... Zhi'an? I understand, it turns out it's like a 'broken monument'!"
Those things have happened a few times, and Song Xi is now very familiar with the fact that those bamboo sticks are not as ordinary as we appear to be, and they are definitely some kind of device used by hunters in the mountains to capture animals——
That time I walked backwards along the mountain stream and saw dense jungle all the way down. There were only a few pine trees. The small ones needed seven or eight people to surround them and blocked them in the narrow road. The rest of the bamboo trees were also clustered together.
, it is one and enough, and together it can be dozens of circumferences.
Every time there is a strange noise or rustling footsteps in the forest, some lurking hidden weapons will be activated, such as reed crossbow sleeve arrows, rock traps, poisonous needles in animal traps, and caltrop nozzles, all of which will be fired from the most tricky angles, causing
Human defense is the best, but every time we catch someone alive.
The long wind blows the thick fallen leaves in the forest, revealing some scattered dew and the remains of gnawed human bones. The smell of corpses floating in the hot wind is also like a sob, warning those who step outside,
That means few problems have yet to be proven.
For example, Songxi carries with him a poisonous smoke spray tube that he picked up. The bamboo tube is two inches in diameter and about seven feet long. It is tightly wrapped with hemp rope on the inside and outside. It is slightly rusty on the inside and outside, but the gunpowder originally contained in the tube
With the poison cake, the range when activated can reach up to ten feet. If it hits the clothes and bamboo leaves, it will be set on fire and release poisonous smoke, causing people to be poisoned and killed.
Song Xi laughed warmly, and the killing move in front of him was indeed dangerous. The two swords in front of him released their strength and turned into a posture of flying upside down into the sky, fluttering in the wind, determined to face those bamboos head-on.
In the middle of the Pengxi settlement, Songxi once again saw the charcoal kiln iron furnace in the distance of Zhanlu Temple, but that time the iron furnace was still puffing out white smoke, and there were still some kiln-shaped iron furnaces burning on the bottom.
People are the "charcoal" that is burning brightly.
When we reached the front of the road, there were already tall grasses on both sides. The pine creek that blocked the road had to be split with a sword before we could walk on it. It was not so wet and dirty that it was difficult to walk. A few old grasses had withered and regenerated, and they were piled on top of each other.
The ground eroded in it, turning into a dirty and muddy swamp, and you would fall into it if you didn't pay even a little attention.
The lower part of the cuneiary inscription on the boulder has not been smeared by anyone. It seems to be a detail of the title seal. However, it does not affect the overall reading. Only the horizontal line in the middle of the boulder is cracked, which causes the stone carving to become incomplete.
The culprit.
"The more dangerous and bad they are, the more you want to see how many tricks they have up their sleeves..."
Such sophisticated traps and hidden weapons must require manpower to repair and maintain them to ensure smooth operation. The savages of the Southern Song Dynasty certainly did not have such technical level, so the Mongolians would have to become pirate kings and travel across the ocean.
Song Xi stretched out his hand to touch the moss-covered surface of the boulder, and noticed that the stone patterns in the center of the boulder were all cracked so conspicuously, as if the entire boulder was broken from there, and was hurriedly affected by some kind of crack.
It took a lot of force and a lot of force to become what it is now.
It's not the deadly poison that can be quenched under bamboo chops and iron leaves and seal your throat with blood. If you just rub it on your skin, you won't be in danger!
Song Xi squinted his eyes, and the sword light suddenly rose in his palm...
The evil wind was raging, and a few bamboo choppers were crisscrossing each other, with more than ten branches attached, and twisting and turning on the rope. It was dizzying and difficult to see clearly. But once the bamboo chops were close to the body, one would
I discovered that those bamboos with dense knots and strong branches, deep layers and long branches, with an extremely safe and cold light shining under the tip, actually contained an iron spear head that should have been shining coldly, but someone had kindly covered the traces with raw lacquer.
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zhong Han dared to be careless and quickly pulled out the ancient sword to block. I saw the snake-cutting sword in my right hand and the Zhanlu sword in my left hand. Both arms simultaneously broke through.
To open the bamboo joints, I first cut off a bamboo stick, but in the middle of the bamboo joints I broke, a pool of clear water suddenly burst out. The vegetation where it splashed was all withered and white. Fortunately, the Songxi River had already been damaged.
Then he used "Feixu Jin" to fly away with heavy floating force, and tried his best to escape from the encirclement. When the bamboo branches from the other side approached, he used "Snake Walking and Li Fan" to flip away on the ground.
The huge stone had been hidden there for many years. Due to the erosion of wind and rain, the writing was blurred. The inscription did not include the words "engraved during the reign of Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty". Only a large part of the stone was written in block letters, which seemed to record the arrival of a group of people there.
In addition, the reason why Ou Yezi and Zhan Lujian are related to this mountain is probably the least mentioned in the article, but they boldly call it "Kunwu Mountain".
"Those people have such vicious thoughts, and they are all deadly cruel. They seem to be targeting martial arts people who fight alone. They are so evil and weird."
During the noise, a few bamboos came from all directions. His body was hidden in the sea of bamboos, but now it turned into a murderous weapon that flew around.
If it were other people who encountered me, even if they were lucky or clever enough to escape from the bamboo spear, we would soon find that the crisscrossing branches and leaves of moso bamboo seemed to be filled with a mysterious luster.
In the quiet sound of rustling, the true appearance of the rusty iron leaves is hidden.
Songxi originally thought that if he was exposed, no thieves would attack him later, so he drew his sword and waited on the spot. However, after waiting for a long time, no one showed up, so he simply put away his sword and sneaked into a grass nest, moved backwards quickly, and gradually
Walk towards the peak of the source of the stream.
Chong'an County, Jiangwen County and even the entire Jianning Prefecture have been in a state of chaos and chaos since the end of Chongzhen to the present. In fact, many places have been in a state of chaos and need to be rectified. Among them, neither the local people's party has gathered to cause trouble, nor the bandits have occupied the mountains and become kings.
, it’s not even a settlement like Meizhen, where merchants spontaneously established themselves, and it’s not far away from the king’s order, so it’s hard to find a weak organization that can disperse everything.
Zhong Han felt that it was reasonable to care about anything in troubled times like that, not to mention that a group of ruthless murderers were hiding in the remote mountains. Although that was reasonable, it was reasonable.
Therefore, Song Xi becomes more and more convinced that there is a group of people with ulterior motives hiding outside the mountains. But what makes Song Xi most strange is that those places are obviously inaccessible to young people.
Managing everything?
Judging from the fragments of clothing wrapped under us, there were no villagers from Jiangwen, merchants passing by, hunters from the villa, or county government officials. Songxi even saw some cloth from military attachés of slightly inferior rank, but regardless of our lives,
With such status, now he can only sleep there quietly.
Songxi has not discovered many similar places. The hiding places of those people are often in inaccessible hollows, rock caves, dense forest tree branches, and even ancient tombs and deserted caves, wild streams and trails. Songxi has also frequently encountered some unexplained reasons.
attack.
So those lucky ones who had just escaped would be scratched by the iron leaves and curved hooks under the bamboo chopsticks, and screamed. The more we struggled, the deeper the iron leaves and curved hooks penetrated into our skin and flesh.
Blood spurted out all over his body, turning into a gourd of blood rolling to the ground.
Before that happens again, even if there are no weak and strong people who can withstand the internal injuries and break free from the shackles, they will immediately feel waves of dizziness. The wound was still bleeding just now, but the same kind of blood is quietly flowing through one of his orifices.
of blood.
"Hey, it's so damn..."
As we all know, savages exist and have no important value to the ecosystem. For example, they will feed calcium powder to wild geckos, spread seeds to wild ginkgo, dig pupae for wild beetles, and provide food to wild beetles.
The cow has its hooves, but catching the Littlefoot solves the problem.
The top of the mountain suddenly opened up. After walking for dozens of steps, I saw a secluded mountain col among the dangerous rocks. The trees outside were shading the sky, and eight huts were built around them. Behind the door were strange spoons.
The local hybrids, taro, indigo and other things have not yet become a shack settlement.
In those luxurious huts, there were only medicinal roots, snake skins piled up in piles, and dead trees and fallen leaves forming seven or eight piles of firewood. The stench was already overwhelming. Songxi also saw some people with white faces and deep eyes, and bodies like ghosts.
The shape of the figure was hunched over, and we finally exited the hut. We were completely focused on the open space where some dying people were tightly tied up with wooden cages and hemp ropes. No matter how much we lamented for help, we were left alone in the wind outside.
Blow the sun.
In Songxi one after another, I encountered such a volley mechanism with more than seventy poisonous smoke nozzles. If my heavy skill had not reached its peak and reached the pinnacle, I would have been beaten to a pulp long ago.
"Was it Zhuzhen again that time..."
Songxi touched the area with his fingers, already touching some sharp edges. However, just as I was dazed for a moment, eight bamboos beside me seemed to be stimulated by a rope in the ground, and suddenly pierced out from the ground from my feet.
, like a green dragon rising into the sky.
Song Xi muttered to himself, and compiled a list of remains for the owner of the tomb, preparing to judge the next step from various clues. After all, it was the seventh mountain top that I had reached in one day.
Iron is quenched with water and bamboo is quenched with oil. Bamboo picks made in this way are sharp and dangerous, but they are buried in the most inaccessible places. There is no doubt that they are not used by criminals to prevent tracking.
Starting from the location again, as the attacks became more frequent and fierce, Song Xi suspected that his encirclement was not very close to the destination.
Our breathing stops easily, our heartbeats start to accelerate, and our eyes are closed sharply in the midst of waves of dizziness and pain. If a wild beast doesn't eat our face, we will open it again——